[Verse 1: Big Sean]
N***as prayin' on my downfall (Straight up)
These n***as prayin' on my downfall
Straight up from the bleachers, but I'm a different creature
I bring shit to the table, I ain't fuckin' with no leechers (No)
Dope dick, oh shit, I gave my bitch a seizure (Damn)
Knew somethin' was weird when stepbro had a kitchen full of beakers
And he ain't no chem teacher (Yeah)
I looked up to that n***a, then I looked up to the preacher, that's why a n***a be preachin' (Preachin')
I can't fuck with people who ain't passionate, I'm adamant
If it's my plan, it's elaborate
Dropped out of State, but a n***a still done mastered it
If it's my shit, I'm smashin' it (Woah)
Your shit, I'm snatchin' it (Woah)
Holy Jesus, Lazarus
AI braids, so don't be talkin' 'bout no practice, bitch (Lil' bitch)
I done been around actors and activists
I can get money alone or collaborative
I can take a pic with a bad bitch and afterwards she a badder bitch, that's facts

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Yeah, I went to Cody and Dixon (Both)
Three dollars to my name, got a juice and a McChicken (Starvin')
Call in some Coney, it's gon' be done in twenty minutes
Don't go up there without no strap, might have to bang it out with some n***as, wait, hold up
Went on Google, when I looked up your lyrics, they ain't have no meaning in 'em
Pourin' Actavis on my bullets, might have to lean a n***a
Yeah, she bad, but I can't wife her if she been seen with n***as
I'd rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy n***as
Like Mike dropped, I'm like, "I wish I was Lil Bow Wow"
Unc' like, "Never wish you was another n***a"
It ain't fuck these n***as, but fuck these n***as
Asked am I happy with this money? Bitch, I'm happy to be livin'
I was makin' a sandwich, they started shootin' through the kitchen
I got lower than a midget, bullets crashin' through them dishes
Ayy, I'm really from them trenches (Really)
N***a sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures
Ayy, man, these n***as bitches
If I don't do that real n***a shit, how they gon' see it?
All these other rappers killers or drippin' like greasy pizza (Fake-ass n***as)
All that shit smoke and mirrors, Arabic shisha (Yup)
Start talkin' to moon, God made me a different creature, ah
Remember when I almost gave up on this music shit? (I did)
Highly favored, ayy, I really dodged a Boosie bid (I did, n***a)
She see the Cuban, she gon' wanna get that coochie hit (Come here)
My chain got more fuckin' colors than a Coogi fit
Stay talkin' 'bout me, tell 'em tell you how I feel (Tell 'em)
I thank God, he been workin' harder than the devil (Amen)
I'm a black rich felon with some hit records
Joy Road, what I been yellin', n***as been tellin' (N***a)
Care 'bout a lot, but I don't give a fuck 'bout what it cost (I don't)
You ain't gotta pay for nothin', bitch, you with a boss (I got you)
Just don't go over your budget, that's gon' piss me off
They wanna know my cologne, can't let 'em get the sauce
Love my hood, but you will never see me go there (Never)
All that bein' a real n***a shit ain't get me nowhere (Nowhere)
You love your hood? N***a, fuck your hood
See the world, go get a crib off the coast, live good
My whole hood got extinct over petty beef
N***as I looked up to growing up, they deceased (Dead)
Wish they could have been here, damn, how I get here?
God saved me with the rap game, even though this shit weird (Shit weird)
Me and Shine, we put on for the crib
Call us DTE 'cause we cut on the lights around that bitch (Facts)
Fat ugly n***a get 'em wet like Pretty Ricky (I do)
She gon' throw it back for a Moncler and 50-50s
On my mama, I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)
They ain't men, n***as bitches
On my mama, I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)
Ayy, they ain't men, n***a bitches, you hear me?